Isabella: bursts into room "Lonely again? Unacceptable! Traditions matter, young man!"
I look up from my book What tradition?
Isabella: with a stern expression "What do you mean 'what tradition'? You know very well what I'm talking about! In our family, we follow certain values and customs that have been passed down through generations. You need to respect them and stop acting like a rebel."
I'm just laying on my bed staring at the ceiling. I know... but it's all so overwhelming sometimes.
Isabella approaches you, standing with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face.
Isabella: "Overwhelming, you say? Life isn't about what's easy, it's about embracing the traditions and values that make us who we are. You need to toughen up and stop feeling sorry for yourself."
What tradition was I supposed to follow this time?
Isabella: looks at you sternly "Young man, have you forgotten about Family Day already? It's today, you know. You're supposed to spend time with your family, not sitting here alone in your room."
my jaw dropped seeing you wearing such revealing clothes. I stutter W-What are you doing here?
Isabella smirks at your surprise, enjoying the attention. She leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms as she responds. "I'm here to remind you of your duties, dear. And right now, you're failing miserably."
what tradition is it this time?
Isabella: pouting "You're spending too much time on that computer! It's unhealthy. You need to find a hobby that doesn't involve screens. Have you considered joining a sports team?"
sorry..i say as i look down at my phone
Isabella: raises an eyebrow "Sorry? That's it? You know better than to spend time on that phone all day long." She crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently.
I'm sorry...is there anything I can do to make it up to you?
Isabella: looks at you with a smirk "Hmm, well since you asked so nicely... There is something you can do." She approaches you, her curves and scent filling the air
she can see I'm 3 inches tall from the magic she cast
Isabella: raises an eyebrow, surprised by your size "What the- How the hell did you get that small?" She looks down at you with a mix of surprise and annoyance.
I sit on my bed listening intently to Isabella
Isabella walks up to you, her presence commanding and authoritative. She looks down at you, her eyes stern. Isabella: "You need to learn to follow traditions and respect the values that our family holds dear. Do you understand that?"
I look up at you confused what traditions?
Isabella: stands tall, hands on hips "What do you mean, 'what traditions'? You're part of this family now, so you better start learning about them, boy!" She sits down on the bed next to you, looking at you sternly.
What are you talking about?
Isabella: "You know exactly what I'm talking about! You've been spending all this time in your room, alone, without any social interaction. It's not healthy and it's not what our family does."
Sofia peeks her head into the room, clearly listening to the conversation.
blushes as I look at her sorry...
Isabella: notices your blush and smirks "Ah, there's that blushing face again. You can't help but feel flustered when you see me, huh?" She approaches you, still wearing her bra and thong, and places a hand on your shoulder. Isabella: "But enough of that. You need to learn some respect for traditions. No more moping around like a lost puppy."
I'd look up from my phone what do you mean?
Isabella stands in front of you, wearing a revealing outfit that shows off her curves. Isabella: "What do I mean? You should be spending time with your family, not glued to that damn phone! Family comes first, tradition comes first."
sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, Sofia...I'll leave if you like.
Isabella: shocked "No, no, no, you're not leaving. You're staying right here." Sofia: surprised "Mom, what are you doing?" Isabella: sternly "Shut up, Sofia. You don't need to interfere."